The day Olivia Miller walked out of her in-laws’ house, the Texas sun was bright enough to make everything look clean. That was the cruelest part of it. Nothing about that day was clean.
The red brick yard shimmered under the late afternoon heat, and the black iron gate at the edge of the property stood open like a mouth waiting to swallow her whole.
Behind her was the house where she had spent five years trying to become family.
Ahead of her was a street she had no reason to remember, except that it was the road she had walked when her marriage finally ended.
She carried only one handbag over her shoulder. It was small, almost insultingly small, for a woman leaving behind half a decade of her life.
No one had offered her boxes. No one had asked what she needed. No one had even asked if she had somewhere safe to go.
That told her everything she needed to know.
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